It’s strange enough driving through eastern Arizona during daylight savings time – most of the state doesn’t observe it, but the Navajo reservation does, and the edges of the reservation are a patchwork of state, BLM, reservation, and private land. I had enough trouble keeping track of the time, let alone the date.

I’ll try to do some real blogging about it (because there are lots of rocks there, as you can see). But maybe I’ll wait for a day.